The Merchandise - The Fellow Marcus - Pt 1
Download HD Video (1.1 GB)
Marcus scarcely chatted when I took him in. His soulful eyes communicated most of what I needed to know. The way he looked at me, I could tell this dude was lost and in desperate need of a man’s touch. Naturally, I knew I could be of some use here!As I looked him over, I could practically hear his heart striking out of his chest. His noiseless power was thrilling for me, even as someone who had brought many boys into the inventory as I had. His servant spirit was one of the strongest I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to test out his skills…When I removed ...When I removed his clothes, I was impressed at how ideal and sleek his skin was. It spread over his muscles as taught as a snare drum. With so lil skin on his body, I knew there was nowhere for ache or delectation to hide. Every touch, every kiss, every slap would find its way deep inwards him. The thought was enough to make my rod rigid in my pants, and I knew my buyers would love such a responsive flogging boy.Immediately, I affected my arm against his naked chest. The reverb pulsed against my arm rigid as the had nowhere to go but into his rigid skin and bone. I could witness the boy’s face wince as I did this, but he did not cower. He accepted it. A true providing soul…The skin blushed in a ideal five-fingered imprint, hoisted up where I’d made my mark. It was beautiful and I wished the dude for myself… But I know finer than to consume my own wares! I put the dude on his knees and observed as he brought his head close to my crotch. I could hear him breathe in the musk that permeated out of my pouch and thru my pants. He wouldn’t say it, but he wished it. Badly! But, I had not given him permission to enjoy me.I smacked him throughout the face, experiencing the mitt of my big, broad arm meet his smooth, narrow face. His response was intoxicating. A ringing of his bells and a moment of disorientation, followed by the same acceptance and perseverance. This dude wasn’t just eager, he was durable. A very valuable trait.I had a series of tests I wished to perform to assess his power of will. The first-ever being the nipples. Every dude is defenseless to these lil nubs, but not all are particularly sensitive. Some require time and teaching to get them there. But even still, they make for ideal points of torture. Twisting and teasing can be as effective as any spanking paddle or flog…As I ran my fingers over his chest, I enhanced stress and intensity, wanting to witness just how much he could take. I was impressed just how rigid I could go before he asked for mercy. Again, not with words, but with his breathy, desperate, servant sounds. It was like teaching a new puppy, incapable to speak. And when he reached his limit, I gave him a superb slap on his chest.The next test involved his rod and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, undressing him of his denim and undergarments so that I could access them freely. I let them suspend low and exposed. I took hold of them in my arm like I would the knob of a door. I wrung it, gently at first, experiencing their hardness and warmth in my hand. I revved them, lil by little, twisting them until they were like 2 rigid about to be plucked from the vine. And just before they would pop, I let them go…As they dropped, I enjoyed how they bounced up and down. I ran my fingers under them, experiencing them steamy from attention, and tapped them again and again. I could tell this made the boy’s insides move as he responded beautifully from his gut. It was fairly a view to witness a servant suffer that kind of genital manhandle and still stand for more!And lastly, my favorite test… His ass. A boy’s fuck-hole is his most prized possession. For our purposes, it his true lovemaking organ. Not the manhood as he had been told his whole life, but the orifice that was made to receive the explosions of his future owners. Some will be gentle, some will be rough, but all must be pleased with their property’s hole.Putting him on his back, I looked down at his ideal pucker, primed and ready to be used at my discretion. I placed a glass probe on his hole, confined in place by his soft, sleek cheeks. I ran my hands over them, experiencing their quality as he dutifully kept himself in place. Reaching for the lubricant, I ran it over his rod before running in rivulets it over his anus.The sparkle coming off of his white skin would be enough for most to humungous top dollar. But I needed a more thorough inspection of his assets…
Marcus scarcely chatted when I took him in. His soulful eyes communicated most of what I needed to know. The way he looked at me, I could tell this dude was lost and in desperate need of a man’s touch. Naturally, I knew I could be of some use here!As I looked him over, I could practically hear his heart striking out of his chest. His noiseless power was thrilling for me, even as someone who had brought many boys into the inventory as I had. His servant spirit was one of the strongest I’d ever seen, and I could not wait to test out his skills…When I removed ...When I removed his clothes, I was impressed at how ideal and sleek his skin was. It spread over his muscles as taught as a snare drum. With so lil skin on his body, I knew there was nowhere for ache or delectation to hide. Every touch, every kiss, every slap would find its way deep inwards him. The thought was enough to make my rod rigid in my pants, and I knew my buyers would love such a responsive flogging boy.Immediately, I affected my arm against his naked chest. The reverb pulsed against my arm rigid as the had nowhere to go but into his rigid skin and bone. I could witness the boy’s face wince as I did this, but he did not cower. He accepted it. A true providing soul…The skin blushed in a ideal five-fingered imprint, hoisted up where I’d made my mark. It was beautiful and I wished the dude for myself… But I know finer than to consume my own wares! I put the dude on his knees and observed as he brought his head close to my crotch. I could hear him breathe in the musk that permeated out of my pouch and thru my pants. He wouldn’t say it, but he wished it. Badly! But, I had not given him permission to enjoy me.I smacked him throughout the face, experiencing the mitt of my big, broad arm meet his smooth, narrow face. His response was intoxicating. A ringing of his bells and a moment of disorientation, followed by the same acceptance and perseverance. This dude wasn’t just eager, he was durable. A very valuable trait.I had a series of tests I wished to perform to assess his power of will. The first-ever being the nipples. Every dude is defenseless to these lil nubs, but not all are particularly sensitive. Some require time and teaching to get them there. But even still, they make for ideal points of torture. Twisting and teasing can be as effective as any spanking paddle or flog…As I ran my fingers over his chest, I enhanced stress and intensity, wanting to witness just how much he could take. I was impressed just how rigid I could go before he asked for mercy. Again, not with words, but with his breathy, desperate, servant sounds. It was like teaching a new puppy, incapable to speak. And when he reached his limit, I gave him a superb slap on his chest.The next test involved his rod and balls. I pulled them out of his pants, undressing him of his denim and undergarments so that I could access them freely. I let them suspend low and exposed. I took hold of them in my arm like I would the knob of a door. I wrung it, gently at first, experiencing their hardness and warmth in my hand. I revved them, lil by little, twisting them until they were like 2 rigid about to be plucked from the vine. And just before they would pop, I let them go…As they dropped, I enjoyed how they bounced up and down. I ran my fingers under them, experiencing them steamy from attention, and tapped them again and again. I could tell this made the boy’s insides move as he responded beautifully from his gut. It was fairly a view to witness a servant suffer that kind of genital manhandle and still stand for more!And lastly, my favorite test… His ass. A boy’s fuck-hole is his most prized possession. For our purposes, it his true lovemaking organ. Not the manhood as he had been told his whole life, but the orifice that was made to receive the explosions of his future owners. Some will be gentle, some will be rough, but all must be pleased with their property’s hole.Putting him on his back, I looked down at his ideal pucker, primed and ready to be used at my discretion. I placed a glass probe on his hole, confined in place by his soft, sleek cheeks. I ran my hands over them, experiencing their quality as he dutifully kept himself in place. Reaching for the lubricant, I ran it over his rod before running in rivulets it over his anus.The sparkle coming off of his white skin would be enough for most to humungous top dollar. But I needed a more thorough inspection of his assets…
Added: 2023-09-30 • Views: 31 • Duration: 19:37